#firefighter!bradley

spookweek masterlist | firefighter bradley masterlist

Prompt: handing out candy | joining firefighter!bradley at the station to hand out candy to the neighbourhood kids!

warnings: pet names babe / baby, no use of y/n. .word count: 0.7k

can you imagine though? the days he gets home from a shift and he’s just soooo exhausted because he’s been up for almost three days straight so he just crawls right into bed beside you. you’re just so soft and his hands are all over you, but he’s barely able to keep his eyes open

you know, though, that he struggles to switch off after long shifts sometimes. after ten minutes in bed, he’s still stuck awake and hard as a rock as his hands smooth over your skin.

so you just wriggle away from him a little and he watches you with a confused frown as you dip your hand into your underwear. Just watching the confused knots work their way out of his face as he relaxes with the realisation of what you’re doing. he just lays there and watches you for a minute or two, silent until you take in that first sharp breath and squirm a little at the feeling.

as much as he loves getting you off and is good at it, it’s much less complex to get himself off and you know that. He can just switch his brain off and watch you while he finally starts to touch himself

There’s lots of lazy kisses with lots of tongue too. Bradley definitely edges himself a little too, slowing down or stopping entirely because he’s so caught up on the idea of wanting to finish with you.

Firefighter Bradley sending you pictures from work in his uniform, because he knows it gets you going

Firefighter Bradley coming home IN HIS UNIFORM on his break, because he forgot something, turns into quickie

Firefighter Bradley inviting you to a family day at the station so you can see him at work doing all the firefighter stuff all hot and sweaty

Firefighter Bradley throwing scenarios at you randomly at any moment just to make sure you know what to do if you find yourself in situation involving fire, gas or any other related danger

Firefighter Bradley being little more protective of you, because he saw lot of bad things happen at work and he just doesn't want to lose you

*sigh* I too love firefighter Bradley

When I say firefighter Bradley is my dream man, I am truly not kidding and it’s because of all of the above!

Bu you’re exactly right, there are times, more often than not, where he goes through a really tough shift and comes home to immediately drag you into bed with him. He loves to just lay against your chest (even if he crushes you a lil) and let your heartbeat regulate all those big emotions until he’s either asleep or ready to talk

He’s not only good at expressing his emotions — he’s hot and he loves to show off to you. Every day you’re getting pictures of him in his uniform, arms straining against his t-shirt and a shit-eating grin on his face because he knows what it does to you. He never changes before he comes home anymore, loving your (usually feral) reaction to his uniform

He loves nothing more than sauntering into the living room like he’s all innocent and seeing you get that look in your eyes, then pretending to act surprised when you’re climbing him like a tree and kissing at his neck. His coworkers have a running joke about why he always loves to run home on his lunch breaks, and they’re exactly right

And yes, he’s constantly trying to get you to come down to the station and he’s beyond excited when you agree. He’s even more of a show off on that day, playing with the kids and being an excellent role model— then sneaking you off for a private tour of the station, that winds up with the two of you screwing in one of the bunks.

You’re not together, that’s the issue. You keep telling people this, but it’s getting harder and harder to convince them. When you’re spending most nights in his bed, with his fingers in your mouth and his lips against your earlobe — it’s hard to look someone in the eyes and tell them that the two of you are just good friends.

And really, there’s no reason to keep the charade up, other than that sneaking around is a thrill.

But Bradley’s an affectionate guy by nature. And today, he forgot his keys at your place. So, when he sees his pretty girl walking into the firehouse with his keys on her index finger and the sweetest sundress covering her body, he forgets.

He walks forwards and you already know what’s coming, gasping as he lifts you off of your feet and squeezes you tight, turning his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t you dare take this dress off before I get home tonight.” He murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as you stare at his colleagues over his shoulders, eyes wide and face hot.

“Just friends, huh? — We’ve been friends for a decade, and you’ve never picked me up like that!” Jake, Rooster’s best friend and biggest foe, the only person who has almost caught you ten times, calls from behind him.

You narrow your eyes as he sets you on the ground. He smiled at you, winks and takes the keys from your finger. “I’ll be home early. Your place.”

firefighter bradley talks you through it I said what I said

YES HE DOES. YES. HE DOES.

The funny thing is that one of the first qualities you notice about him, long before things develop between the two of you, is that he prides himself on being personable. He knows that 90% of his interactions while working will be with people going through the most stressful experiences of their lives. So, he learns how to talk. Calmly, firmly, courteously.

He’s beyond polite with hospitality workers, old people always love him and kids think he is just about the funniest person to walk the planet.

So, you’re a little shocked when you first start to notice that his talking skills aren’t quite as limited as you had thought.

When the two of you are still just friends, you go to him crying on a hard day and just let him hug you tight. He does what any good friend would do and talks it out. It’s just that, when he’s got you tucked so firmly against his solid chest and he’s murmuring in your ear — those words don’t seem quite as friendly anymore.

“You’ve got this, you know that. I’m proud of you. You hear me? — I’m so proud of you.” While his hand is trailing up and down your back and he’s soothing all of your worries away.

When things do finally change between the two of you, the first thing that crosses your mind is what he is like during bed — and your expectations aren’t failed.

Scream bc I’m just imagining him having everyone over to his place to watch like a football game or something. And the two of you are still in your fwb era, but it’s nearing that awkward stage where you know you’ve got feelings but he introduces you to them as his neighbour instead of anything else anyway.

Naturally, considering you’d spent the evening before making out on the very couch that his friends were now sitting on, you weren’t thrilled with the introduction.

He’s not that happy about it either. It doesn’t feel right to call you that but you guys haven’t really discussed it much and he doesn’t want to freak you out by calling you his girlfriend.

So, you decide to tease him. His friends are great, and they’re hot, and they like you. Too much. Bradley watches, growing more and more silent as you laugh with his best friend. His smile turns to a frown until he’s unashamedly scowling across at the two of you.

Then, one of his friends leans over and whispers, “Dude, why didn’t you ever tell us your neighbour was so hot?”

And Bradley’s just done. You are hot. You woke up in his bed this morning and kissed him awake, and he doesn’t like the fact that his friends think you’re up for grabs.

He has a moment to mull it over when you get up to go to the bathroom. He tries to rationalise and tell himself that he shouldn’t be jealous, but once the guys start talking about the jeans you’re wearing, it all goes out the window.

He abandons the living room and knocks at the bathroom door. You pull it open and frown up at him as you button your jeans, about to ask him if he really couldn’t wait that long. You don’t get a chance.

Bradley pushes you back inside and swings the door shut behind you, swiftly locking it and manhandling you onto the bathroom counter, guiding your thighs around his hips.

“Bradley, what the fuck?” You pant out, beyond confused but smiling at him as he kisses you hurriedly. He shakes his head as he wraps his arms around you.

ughhhhh yessss like I want nothing more than to help him unwind from a stressful shift by sitting right on down in his lap with a corny movie on the tv and neither one of you really paying that much attention.

and his hands are just kind of under your dress or your t-shirt, like groping at your skin and squeezing. you start off slow, kissing at his jaw and his cheeks, peppering your way down onto the column of his throat.

trailing your fingers through his curls and tugging at them as your kisses stray away from the gentle pecks they had once been. He squeezes at your middle as your teeth graze his neck for the first time.

aghhhh I love love love this! It would go just as well as it had the first time you had introduced him to your family — only this time, they have gotten to know him, and they adore him even more.

He sits happily for his visit, listening to your uncle’s jokes and offering laughs, helping with clean up and entertaining your younger family members like it’s nobody’s business.

And then, of course, there’s the way he treats you. Pulling out your chair, getting you a new drink, never leaving you out of a conversation, but also being cool in the way he lets you do your own thing. He sticks to your side when you want him there and he lets you free when you don’t.

Everyone can’t believe how lucky you are, to have landed such a gentleman.

They don’t have a clue that you’re sneaking across into the guest room most nights. That Bradley pulls you eagerly under him and starts stripping you out of your clothes, shoving his hands under each garment and peppering his mouth over each inch of skin he can reach.